Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Love killer

Keep striking out with potential love interest?

No clue why?

It could be your apalling musical taste that keeps love out of your forlorn grasp. If you are a avid fan of Garth Brooks or Dixie Chicks or other country and western acts, it could be the deciding factor why the boy/girl of your dreams dumps your sorry ass.

It's scientifically documented, yo.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Aha!


This explains so much.
 


 Go ahead and make your own mark (provided it's not with bullets).

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Monday, January 24, 2011

Not exactly NSFW

but ...

*grin*


"Those who take a shot whenever a Republican lies ...

... get a designated driver."

This is the kind of politician I could get behind. The guy is articulate, MAKES GREAT SENSE, don't pull punches and is entertaining as all get out.

Go, Rep. Weiner.

When your body hates you

Fever, runny nose, extreme fatigue and burning eyes.

Sounds pretty normal when spring fever hits or you are laid low by the 'flu, yes?
 
But what if this is because a guy is allergic to his own sperm?

That's right. Those baby-making drops can make a guy sick, even if it is his own ejaculate. Marcel Waldinger and his colleagues of Utrecht University reported of men who developed 'flu-like symptoms after ejaculating/orgasm. Luckily enough, it is a rare illness and can be treated by injecting themselves with their own semen (diluted, natch) over a period of time.

That's right. The only way for these men to keep from having to blow their nose after blowing their load is to inject their own little swimmers into their vein. I doubt they get much of a high from that, but hey, whatever works, right?

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Midweek sh*ts and giggles

What??!!

Boudicca: the early years.

A philosophy I could get behind.

I'll take your word for it.

Gentlemen, a Dutch oven is NOT a gesture of affection!

Where are the Child Protection Services when you need 'em?

The good old days.

Giving "The Talk" to kids ...

... is fraught with danger and rife with embarrassment. Being a superhero does not help.
Stolen from here.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Walking down memory lane

I have fond memories of my mother smacking my hands whenever I played around with her typewriter. The keys are hard, definitely not ergonomic and made this amazing clackety sound. I loved it.

And then my Dad got my sister a computer and I ended up being the unpaid home-based secretary for his mosque and political activities. :p

The toy in this video definitely brings back fond memories and ought to be suggested to the luddites who had to be dragged kicking and screaming into the 21st century.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Mad scientists in the kitchen, yo

Julia Child preparing the primordial soup, I kid you not. Granted some of the assumptions of that day has now changed, thanks to more recent findings, but this is still soooo cool. I love that she didn't even bother with a balance; relying only on her trusty measuring spoon to measure the ingredients. I know of some scientists who does the same in the lab *grin* but only when not in view of impressionable young padawan scientists.



At the end of the day, all cooks are scientists, but not all scientists are cooks.